[That smile makes him flush, now, a flutter rising in his chest, so he looks away, setting his book down and curling up more tightly. He's given up on trying to escape, and he's given up on trying to be strong. It doesn't matter anymore. Felid can see him look a wreck all he wants.]
Whenever you last brought me something, obviously. I don't keep track.
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Whenever you last brought me something, obviously. I don't keep track.